Disclaimer: JK Rowling can take Ginny and Draco. [uh huh..I'm not one of
those people with unhealthy obsessions] but just gimme all the alcohol! yeah!
**Lawyer takes it all too and puts into "safety deposit box"**
Awww.
One more drink.
I hear a crash as my bottle hits the floor. The sound of pure glass hitting wooden floorboards as it smashed into smithereens and the pieces rolled across my room.
Then the dull thudding of people running up the stairs to see what had happened. To the room.
Not to me. Never to see me.
"Ginny? Ginny? Are you alright?"
Me? Why me? Talk to the bottle. You don't care about me.
"Go Away!"
"Omigod. You're drunk Ginny."
"PISS OFF!"
I'm drunk? Maybe I am. Yes, I'm drunk. Leave me alone.
I open another bottle. The aroma beckons me. To join them. In another world.
Where I just might be loved.
I feel the amber liquid wash down my throat as the familiar burning of my stomach starts up again. It feels wonderful.
Maybe this is where I belong.
Not with a damn Malfoy.
He never loved me.
All those days when he made me feel lightheaded. When he would lean over and whisper in my ear something so sweet. He threw them away. Every last lingering little memory.
But I don't need him anymore. I swear I don't.
He means nothing to me. He can go lay every Pansy Parkinson there is in this world. I wouldn't care.
I swear, I wouldn't.
I'm so drunk.
As I sway over to my balcony I think. Yes, think. That old saying. If a tree falls in a forest, and no one's there, would there be a sound?
I think not.
I look down to the deep green grass as the wind blows. It makes the grass wave.
To me?
Just maybe.
It's so welcoming.
So if I jump, would anyone hear me fall?
I don't know.
Just one more drink.
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